I hope you all enjoyed your weekend whatever you did. Here’s a new limerick prompt for you. Your word this week is
WORKS
The previous word was HIP. Here are your limericks:
Rall:
when she was young she was hip
her life was a fantabulous trip
but old age eventually struck
like being hit by a truck
and now she can’t run or do flips
The Mud
a working slob was running on a long pathway,
he didn’t see a mud coming his way,
so he took a dip
and fell to his hip,
now, he has to scrub the mud away!
Mind Your Sass
For fear of falling and breaking a hip,
Elders won’t ‘give chase’ not wanting to trip.
But don’t forget that a cane,
Can produce noggin pain.
You’re still not safe to give them any ‘lip’.
Buy all the candy early, that you think you will need
Halloween is coming and monsters will want to feed
You open the creaking door, little witches standing there
The boogieman looks up and says, "it's hip to be square"
You throw him the candy and shut the door with speed
Graeme Sandford:
There once was a man loved his hip-hop,
every night he would rap in the chip-shop,
“Yo momma don’t dance,
and yo papa won’t prance,
and yo horse is just bustin’ the clip-clop!”
Frank Hubeny:
Hip Limerick
Though I try very hard to be hip
giving others an earful of lip,
my mouth runs way too fast
and the words sadly last
when I should have just bitten my lip.
Susan Batten:
Betty felt such a fool with her “hip” –
she was sad that she couldn’t let rip.
Then she went to the shop
and met old Bertie Hop,
and the two tackled life with new zip!
Cee Tee Jackson:
A Booked Celebration
I checked the reports yesterday
And much to my utter dismay,
When I took a quick look,
I’d sold only one book
Well, it’s a start … hip-hip-hooray!
Writer Ravenclaw:
Roses
When trying to look hip
Alice gave the queen a tip
Do not paint flowers red
Your roses will be dead
She said with a wobbling lip.
Dan Ince:
Daddy Uncool
To the jacuzzi I strut, so hip
“Sup kids! You up for a dip?”
I slip on the grass
Flat on my arse
My cred… set sail like a ship
Murray Clarke:
My trendy new clothes make me look really hip!
I've even purchased a sports car from the local dealership.
Now, I must say,
I feel it in my boneses
That, finally, I'm keeping up with the Joneses!
But as I've no money left for kids - I'm resigned to having "the snip"'
Fandango:
The Trippn’ Hippie
There once was a hippie named skip
Took some LSD ‘cause he wanted to trip
He got so high he thought he could fly
Went up to roof and jumped in the sky
Fell straight to the ground and shattered his hip
Cathy Cade:
Skip-to-the-loo
A veteran once-hippy chick
Liked to dance to her retro music.
She twirled to Big Bopper
But soon came a cropper
And tripped on her walking stick.
The Limerick Guy:
I’d like to think that I’m hip,
Cool and clever and quick with a quip,
But this baby boomer
With an “odd” sense of humor…
In the millennial world, I’m a drip.
John W. Howell: There once was a man named Zip, Who gave most people some lip One day there was a stop, By an angry looking cop. No lip from Zip seeing a gun on his hip Pensitivity101: He accused her of being too hip, That her humour stung like a whip, So she took a good swing Which landed with a zing And her boyfriend had a fat lip! Lou by the Sea: HIP 1 I get down with the kids, say I’m hip, trendy and cool They laugh, and tell me to go to old pensioners school These words are redundant For the young person, what’s abundant Is brain rot and rizz! I’m the object of ridicule HIP 2 The Old Biddy from Bath, made me laugh, when she replaced her hip What did she use, I had to muse – old bits she found from the tip? A discarded golf ball Star of the trawl Stuck together with a china cup, found in her neighbour’s skip
Kim Smyth: A fall a few months ago busted my lip At my tender age, it’s great I didn’t break a hip Blacked one eye Wrist hurt, oh my All due to a misstep then a trip! Rohini: Shimmy And Spin A dancer who thought she was slick Would shimmy and wiggle her hip. She’d spin on her toes, Strike a pose, and then go, Till the crowd cheered, “Oh, what a trick!” poetisinta: Rootin' Shootin' Cowboy There once was a cowboy so slick, With a gun slung low on his hip, He took aim at a crow, But shot his big toe, Now he limps with rather an odd skip! The Afterlove Voice: The 90s Never Left! There once was a lady so hip, Who danced to a nineties hit clip. She shouted, “I’m young!” As the chorus was sung— Then reached for her coffee to sip! The Bag Lady: Joe really wanted to be hip Grew a mustache over his lip The attempt was futile Hair grew over a mile The worst was, couldn’t see his smile Mark Fraidenburg: A granny with sass in her hip Gave ballroom conventions the slip. She spun with such flair That her wig caught the air And sailed like a miniature ship. Brazanne Muse: Replacements Long gone are her days to be hip When life was a gulp not a sip Up-to-date her most bought Always new things were sought Her crave now is for lots of kip Therapy Bits: Hip, Hip, Hooray! There once was a duck from Bombay Who decided to learn ballet He spun on his beak Then fell in a creek And the frogs cheered…hip, hip hurray! Teleportingweena: A cool kitty called Gypsy the Hip Was known to now and again take a nip She’d roll and purr And get it all in her fur All because catnip made her flip *** A fiesty dog called Pip Would wiggle and waggle his hip His tail would swish For his supper in the dish And he’d dance and happily yip Olaf Sturlasson’s Poetry Corner: An old man with a troublesome hip That was always giving him gyp Ended up on the floor As he walked through the door When his hip gave and caused him to slip
Be Cool, Daddy-O
there once was a beatnik named Trip
whose shades and whose bongos were hip
he snapped to the beat
on a Greenwich Village street
and told all the squares to keep zip
Treehugger:
He sneakily took a sip,
From a flask concealed on his hip.
Sadly, to his demise,
And took our great surprise,
He bent over and attempted a back flip.
Sexagenarian Scribbler:
Back in the sixties when I was hip
How I loved to go on a trip
I’d be in ecstasy
On LSD
But coming down was one hell of a dip
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